Summer 2021: Summer Fiction – Michigan Quarterly Review

Summer 2021: Summer Fiction

Behind You Is the Sea

When I walk out of the store empty-handed, the old man gives me a gummy smile. As I
drive down the street towards Guilford, I know there won’t be a drive-thru. This is not a value
menu kind of neighborhood. I’ll prepare better tomorrow, after I survive today.

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When I walk out of the store empty-handed, the old man gives me a gummy smile. As I
drive down the street towards Guilford, I know there won’t be a drive-thru. This is not a value
menu kind of neighborhood. I’ll prepare better tomorrow, after I survive today.

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A Double Act

The man stood in the middle of the sunken living room, and I stood on its shore. Upper East Side, mid 1950s, a stranger’s apartment as big as any house I’d ever been in, with pale silk wallpaper and furniture like a hotel lobby, beams in the ceiling, an iron chandelier of the kind you

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The man stood in the middle of the sunken living room, and I stood on its shore. Upper East Side, mid 1950s, a stranger’s apartment as big as any house I’d ever been in, with pale silk wallpaper and furniture like a hotel lobby, beams in the ceiling, an iron chandelier of the kind you

My Generation Doesn’t Do Internships

I will be discussing only my own experience, but extrapolating beyond it to make a strong claim about some ill-defined, amorphous group of people whom I imagine to have experiences identical to my own. In other words, I’m writing a personal essay masquerading as a social critique. How very millennial of me.

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I will be discussing only my own experience, but extrapolating beyond it to make a strong claim about some ill-defined, amorphous group of people whom I imagine to have experiences identical to my own. In other words, I’m writing a personal essay masquerading as a social critique. How very millennial of me.

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Black Bread

Why I Chose It: Michigan Quarterly Review reader Julie Cadman-Kim introduces Dounia Choukri’s “Black Bread” from our Summer 2021 issue. You can purchase it here. “If difference has a taste, then it’s rich and earthy.” So begins “Black Bread,” Dounia Choukri’s haunting short story, set in 1983. We follow the winding and unwinding thought patterns

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Why I Chose It: Michigan Quarterly Review reader Julie Cadman-Kim introduces Dounia Choukri’s “Black Bread” from our Summer 2021 issue. You can purchase it here. “If difference has a taste, then it’s rich and earthy.” So begins “Black Bread,” Dounia Choukri’s haunting short story, set in 1983. We follow the winding and unwinding thought patterns

Tubarão

Dudu coughs a little harder, the way his dad has coughed since the flight. A cough he thinks his uncles would cough after their cigars, fiercer than the coughs he has mastered at his school’s nurse’s office.

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Dudu coughs a little harder, the way his dad has coughed since the flight. A cough he thinks his uncles would cough after their cigars, fiercer than the coughs he has mastered at his school’s nurse’s office.

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